Hi all…I’m Mary. Nothing particularly special about me. I’ve always been a small woman, tried to eat right, stay in shape. Got married 20 years ago and pregnant 2 years after that. Didn’t have much trouble losing the weight, but we all know what happens as a child grows…..we tend to eat what they don’t! Gained, lost, gained, lost, gained again…never too much, but enough that my wardrobe started to grow, size wise.
I’ve always been a happy, outgoing person…but my marriage was abit unsteady. Husband, sadly, very jealous of his own son. Had a huge impact on my happiness, my being, my person. As my son grew I was always stuck in the middle of any arguments the two of them had…one tugging one way, the other tugging the other way. Made me crazy!!!
I started to walk, a lot, just to get out of the house. One thing led to another and I did a mud run for fun. To show them I could. Did it again the following year and decided to put more effort into it. Hey, I can do this! Run from tree to tree..yep, I got this! One thing led to another and here I am, a runner! Husband and son, who is now 18, couldn’t believe it, thought it was a fad. Numerous races later, where I placed in my age group…Woohoo! have shown them it wasn’t. My husband still doesn’t think races are necessary. Feels you run against yourself, doesn’t get it at all. He is a weight lifter!!! He should get it!!! Slowly coming around, but still tells me if I ever do a Half, he’s changing the locks…whatever. I know run to make me forget the nonsense between the two of them. To keep me sane. To be “free”. To enjoy nature, to breathe.
My journey has taken 36 pounds off this body and it isn’t going back! I’m happier, I’m healthier, I make good choices. The stress of my daily life gets trampled under my feet. I’ve lost the weight and gained an attitude of confidence and emotional stability, cause they were killing me! Now when the try to drag me into something, I drag out the running shoes. And…..
The races I do do….I do pretty well.